Misha's ears pricked up, as he started to hear a new sound. Purring. He pressed his ear to the glass door, just to be sure, but it just confirmed it. A low, contented purr was rumbling though Bella's body, making her skin nearly vibrate with the sound. Misha just kept staring at her, the way her skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, and her nipples were half hard, even in the warm weather. Before he realized it, he was palming down the length that threatened to tent his jeans.
Misha took a step back, hoping to leave the room before she could notice. He hadn't counted on Bella's empty suitcase still being set by the balcony door, and he tripped, his arms pounding against the glass, and he kept himself from falling further.